( ⠀ teeth bare for a moment, ⠀ nails of left hand breach the skin of his palm. ⠀ the desire to crush every bone in her body, ⠀ to rip her jaw off by her teeth, ⠀ the desire to kill; ⠀ it scorches every inch of his heart,
( ⠀ jake’s wrist is grabbed, ⠀ but not to disarm. ⠀ he holds him steady to avoid a repeat of his encounter with chris. ⠀ eyes could melt the other’s with the intensity of their stare. ⠀) ⠀
do it.
hah! ⠀ you talk because there is nothing else you can do. ⠀ you talk, ⠀ so you don’t feel powerless. ⠀ ( ⠀ she drains his sea of patience down to a puddle. ⠀ the distance between them shrinks with every word. ⠀a hand snaps to her jaw, ⠀
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